freeze

My words fell down like autumn leaves,
And faded into winter.
I wrote a poem upon the breeze,
A feeble, frosted whisper.

The wind through twisted branches
Shook the colors from the trees-
Did what I say mean anything,
Or will it simply freeze?

So I rummage through the foliage,
The forest of my mind.
Press leaves to scrapbook pages
Before the season's left behind.